Shirt

Roxanne could have let the machine strip Kirsty on autopilot while she watched, but it wasn’t about seeing a girl stripped down to nothing. It was about doing it herself. The gradual fear and humiliation as she removed piece after piece was what turned her on. Without that, what had all this been about?

Already, Roxanne felt herself getting warm and tingly. This time, it had come early. There was no fear, knowing that she had her current victim under her complete control, with no hope of escape.

Damn it, how did I get so lucky? I can do anything I want, but there’s nothing she can do about it. But I want more.

“Shirt or shorts?”

“None.”

Roxanne frowned. “What’s more embarrassing? Showing me your bra or showing me your undies?”

“My g-string, you fucking pervert. Of course, it’s more embarrassing.”

Roxanne felt herself getting more and more turned on by Kirsty, growing increasingly ****. She began directing the mechanical arms again towards her shirt. This time, she put the machine on semi-manual control, allowing the machine to release Kirsty’s arms at exactly the right time so she could remove the shirt.

Roxanne removed the first arm from the shirt, displaying the first cup of her matching MINT GREEN bra, followed by the second. With the shirt around her neck, Roxy and the machine worked in tandem to jerk it over her head and thrust her back into her restrained position.

Kirsty’s arms were once again stretched above her head, pushing out her b-cup-sized chest. Already, her nipples pushed against the too-small bra, leaving too little dots threatening to puncture the material.

“No, no, no, let me go, you crazy bitch. This is so wrong.”

Roxanne’s tongue broached her lips. What Kirsty lacked in the size department, she made up for in perfect shape.

Even I’m jealous of those. I wonder if yours are my favorite tits so far.